The firow stories

[finn]

before i start to write anything i should ask you what would be apropriate (srry for spelling) when i say apropriate im not talking about like curse words and anything that would be bad IN THAT WAY.


i have always been a great author but my stories and poems r very dark and i will be posting a poem and asking you if it is too in depth/dark.

i must also say that i am not depressed but very happy and far more than satisfied with my life (tho in the past it has been different)

here is a sample of my writing

yet another scar
not visible to those who look with a casual eye
only to those who look with a keen eye
to those who look strait into my heart
yes i have been scared before
but those were scars that made me stronger
but now i have been scared so much that my scars wear me down
i now know that it will become too much
and then i will end it all

the "end it all" is the part i am worried will scare people which is why i put this in as my first post

well anyways i will continue with an edit

PROLOG

Finn was an average 5 year old kid and his older bro Rowan was the same except six years old. Finn had Tan skin, brown eyes and short brown hair he normaly wore a vest in the place of a coat. His brother had blue eyes and a dirty blond jewfro. they were very happy people had many friends great looks and a home life that many would die for but 1 day that all changed...